Simpler Times – Water Sports at Grand Lake St Marys

Once Upon a Time

I had said something to make Nicole crack up

My wife and I have three children, all boys.  The day I am starting this story is the 37th anniversary of our marriage.  Due to our schedules, she’s in Ohio and I am in Arizona.  Tomorrow I am driving to Los Angeles to watch one of my favorite rock bands, (Garbage), perform at the Greek Theater.  My dad once remarked that he never thought he’d have a kid who was 30 years old.  I now know that feeling as our oldest is now 34, our boys all spread apart in years.  Because there are a number of years separating our boys, it’s easy for me to compartmentalize the child rearing into ‘eras’.  Early Ohio, early marriage is the Mitch era.  Louisiana belongs to Corey.  Tim then gets our California years.

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Batman or Lost in Space?

Holy Cow, Can't we Watch Batman Dad?

Holy Cow, Can’t we Watch Batman Dad?

In my specific kid generation you were either a Batman or a Lost in Space kid.  Maybe it had to do with how old we were in 1966 because most of the big kids told us Lost in Space was way cooler than Batman, but for me and my friend Timmy, it was Batman and Robin all the way.  BAMM!  POW!  It was the only show on TV as far as we 3rd graders were concerned, (ok so maybe Dark Shadows ran a close second).   Continue reading

Eating Cigarettes – Child Abuse or a Gift of Life?

Yes People, the 60's were really like this

Yes People, the 60’s were really like this

In a number of previous stories like Willows do not Always Weep (link) and The Cats (link), I did a little dad-bashing.  My dad does deserve some credit, however.  I am not a cigarette smoker and I owe it all to dear old dad.  True, I did imbibe a  bit on that feistier leaf for a spell (link) but I never acquired a taste for, nor have a desire to try tobacco.

I am (too) quickly approaching the 60th year of life on this fragile planet.  Like you I suspect, I have seen in my time a number of relatives suffer from and/or die from cancer.  All of them were smokers.  Both my dad and my step father were smokers for multiple decades and both of them died of cancer in their late fifties to early sixties.  My Aunt, Dad’s sister, same thing; she was a three packer.  Continue reading

Paradise by the Dashboard Light

Ain't no doubt about it, we were doubly blessed

Ain’t no doubt about it, we were doubly blessed

It’s time for another Kim Saga story, (or as she’s known here, her alias name Sheila).  When we left off in the last story, it was the Fall of 1975.  There was much more action in the summer, fall and winter of that year.  This chapter is mostly the Fall and Winter, late 75.  What is it about hormones that drives teenagers nuts, (or adults for that matter).  Oh, by the way, if Sheila’s mom has stumbled onto this story, leave.  Go watch a video on Facebook, one featuring cute kittens or something like that.  This story shouldn’t be read by parents.  Gone now?  Ok, where was I? Continue reading